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We all have that one fantasy, or something that we would really like to do. I know in my lifetime I want to see the Chicago Cubs actually win the World Series. This being said, this season looks to be the best chance they have, well until they started this series with the L.A. Dodgers. They have dropped their last two games, making it 2-1 and sadly putting them in the position to lose this series, since the next two games are in L.A. Now, let me clarify; I am not a Chicago Cubs fan, nor will I ever jump off my Royals. I am just excited to see history being made, which is what would happen if they did win the World Series. I went as far as promising something crazy if they do win.

I know I am in no position to negotiate with God, nor was that my intention. I just thought it was a good idea at the time. I recently posted to Facebook after the Cubs got shut out for the second straight game. The status said “I will finish my youth pastor studies if the Cubs win, because then we will know that God does exist.” I am being very serious. If the Cubs win, I will study the bible like never before, I will get some kind of certificate (somewhere in the future,) and I will become the thing most want me to become; a youth pastor.

Now, don’t expect me to do this all at once. Clearly I want to get back into studying and going to church and such. But it will eventually happen. I could be Jenkins (Jinx) it, but I thought this would get the Heavens to help the struggling Cubs, also I might as well finish the education I started.

The Chicago Cubs are on their way to get eliminated, and it’s all because of their batting. Their defense is what kept this team alive, thus far. But now without their batting abilities, we could see the cubs out in the next two games. Their hottest hitters (Rizzo, Russell, Heyward, Fowler and Zobrist) have only hit 12 out of their last 109 appearances (Playoffs). If it weren’t for Montero hitting the late grand slam, off the bench in game one, we could be looking at a 0-3 deficit. The Cubs have the pitching, disregarding Arietta’s horrible outing to win this, but something has to come back alive; their bats. They will need to find some hope in their bats and turn them back on. You can’t expect to not hit well and beat the L.A. Dodgers. The Cubs need to get their five big hitters back on track, or they might as well pack up and go home.

We will have to see what the future brings but I think we could still see history being made, this season. It’s not a big deficit, but they have to get back on their game. This is where we will see if the Cubs are the real deal. They have the talent, they just need to find a way to put it together and go after it. Cleveland will be waiting for the winner, lets hope it’s Chicago.

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I am feeling this new change. I would like to tell you guys of the change, but I think will leave that for another blog. Today, I will tell you guys about what is happening. I want to tell you guys the effects of my decision, mainly to show you that it isn’t that bad. I haven’t found any bad from my choice, but I have found a lot has been changing. The fact that I am more confident, not only in writing but also during my work. I am happier, I feel a new happiness arising.

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     During the last week, I found that I am smiling more, even when I am mad. But the best thing is that my blog is rising. The stats are finally where I want them to be. I wanted to push myself to the next level, but I didn’t know where that was, so I called out to get some help, that is when I found this man. He was a very cool guy, he was wearing a trench coat, as he sat on the bench next to my work. He smiled, like an old friend, when he saw me. He got up from the bench, came over to me and gave me an index card. I was unsure about the card, but the logo caught my eye. His logo resembled the top of the pyramid of the dollar bill, but I couldn’t think of it at the moment, so I nervously put the card in my back pocket and walked away. As I walked away I heard the man proclaim that he had the answer to my fears, and to call him when I got my mind together. I threw up my arm and walked away.
I wanted to throw away the post card, I really did, but something was calling me to it. I didn’t know what the man meant or what sick game he was playing, but he seemed to know what I was going through. This what the moment that I had to make the decision; Would I carry my own, chasing a dream that seemed impossible or would I call him for help. After hours of sleeping on it, I decided to give him a call. He told me the keys of receiving the ultimate attention to my blog. I was amazed by his knowledge, but he said that he needed me to give him something in return. I figured this was a way to get money, so I simply chuckled. He didn’t find it as funny as me and told me that it was serious. I asked him to tell me what he needed. I wasn’t ready to hear what he said, but I knew that I was too far now to step back, so I agreed.
After I made my choice, he told me that I had to write it in stone, revealing my decision to the whole world. Knowing that my dad was going to have a heart attack, I chose to post it on the day that I closed, at my store, in order to be away from my phone when he read it. I wrote the letter, and signed it with the blood of my body. I then said the magic words, and boom I was in the club. I was now a part of something bigger than my understanding. During all of this, I was too busy seeking the instant fame, that I forgot what I just gave away and what it could do to me if I allowed it to get out of control. I started to regret my decision, fearing what I was doing, until the stats started to pour in. My blog views are higher than last week, my likes are piling in, and people are interacting with me. I even feel happier. My job has been easier, also. Costumers are drawn to me and are allowing me to keep my cool by not being stupid. I am enjoying this whole change, I couldn’t imagine being happier, and it could only get better from here on out. I am glad that I met that guy, if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have the passion to write you guys, anymore. I love you guys, I beg you to not hate me for doing this. Please realize, I am just trying to live my dream.

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An update!
Yesterday a few things happened, some to my wife and others to this guy, me. If you didn’t read the post yesterday, then you should go and read it. If you don’t, you probably won’t understand any of this. But if you did, then this is day 2 of the broken Jenkins household. Day 2 was the day that Ariel pushed her limits, and that I went back to work. Ariel was a very bad girl, as she did stuff that she should have not done. I found out, after I got off, that she did some cleaning. She spent the day cleaning, standing on her hurt foot. I was so angry when I found out. I couldn’t believe she would put herself at risk, for what? A clean freaking bathroom! She got bored while sitting on the couch, and when she went to the bathroom, she noticed that the bathroom was nasty, so she started to clean it. I have been telling her to stay off of it, but she wont listen. She keeps pushing herself, she isn’t even wearing her boot half the time. She refuses to use her crutches. She has told me that the pain has doubled, but hopefully she will start using the boot and crutches, I have a feeling that has something to do with it! She just has to be less stubborn, and let her body heal.
For me, on the other hand, I woke up with a splitting headache and a bruised eye socket. My eye is still red from the hit, almost as if I broke a blood vessel inside my eye. I thought the bruise was cool, though it was super sensitive and full of pain. I am unable to roll my eyes, or move it fast. If I do such actions, a sharp pain shoots through my head. But with that noted, I got ready for work. I didn’t want to go to work, but I had to do what I had to do. I couldn’t call off, that was something out of the picture. There is no one to cover me, even though my eyesight is still very blurry, but slightly better than yesterday. As I got to work, my head started to hurt very badly, I was almost unable to open my eyes, I didn’t know how I was going to do it, but I had to get through the day, that was my goal. I just had to work these 9 hours, then I could go home and sleep. I slowly moved, trying to avoid any quick eye movements, as I finished my near-disaster open. Before opening, I took some migraine medicine. This helped for the first couple hours, but the day was moving slowly. I was short a person, due to a tooth problem, which put me in a little rut. This wasn’t the problem. The problem came when the customers started to pile in, all being people that I’m close with.
When they saw me, they begin to ask why I had a bruised face. I had to explain the story over 15 times, during the first hour. But the worse part was that I couldn’t look up at people. I had a problem with them looking at my face, but also my eyesight became blurry every time I would look up. Without being able to look at the peoples mouth, I was starting to mess up the simplest orders. No one was getting angry, expect for me. The failure to get things right was pissing me off, but I couldn’t do anything. The pain came back during the first rush. My eyesight was near gone, and my brain was scrambled. I couldn’t remember anything, I forgot to drop hash browns, was forgetting to make coffees, I even forgot how to make a coffee or two. It was horrible, but to make it worse, the more the customers came in, the more the questions poured in. I think I told my story a million and two times, it got sort of annoying at the time for lunch. But during lunch is when the real trouble came.
My cut started to bleed again, the blood made the Band-Aid slide from one side of my eye, to the next side. The Band-Aid finally opened a bit, that is when my sweat got into the wound. The pain was unbearable. I finally went down to the bathroom and removed the Band-Aid. I took a cloth and dried the blood. When I got back to the store, I went back and took some more medicine, this is when the pain started to go away, but was still unpleasant. Finally, after 9 hours, I was clocked out.
The second day wasn’t pleasant, but it was a lot better than being hit in the face with the golf ball. I was so shocked to see the stats of the last blog, I didn’t expect people to take that much interest in my bloody story, but I am in great graditude to you guys, thank you for reading and showing your love. You have no idea how much it means to me! Anyways, I thought I would let you guys know, that my eyesight is getting back to normal, it will just take a couple days. I will keep you guys posted, just know I’m okay!
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